Rebirth: I Became a Maggot 2

Chapter 193 What to do with 12 cents?

What the hell is going on? Aren't these grown men bored? If they're going to drink, they should just drink. Why are they catching mice to play with? And they're having so much fun? They even posted about it on Weibo.

Writing characters? Do you think this is some kind of ancient parade?

I'm drunk too...

Who are these people? They're out in bars during the day instead of working, and now they're even playing with a mouse out of a perverse sense of humor. How lonely and bored must they be?

Playing with mice in broad daylight, and most importantly, with such a large group of people playing with mice here, how am I supposed to lead my little white mouse up to steal cheese? Isn't this making things difficult for me?

And isn't this little gray mouse supposed to be the guard? What's it doing running around here for no reason? Isn't that just asking for trouble?

I looked at this group of men with great frustration. How could we move around with a group of men around? This completely disrupted our plans.

If we are discovered by accident, then the guinea pig will be tied up and played with by this group of people. If they try this method and then try another method, that would be even more unfortunate.

I absolutely hate that damned little gray mouse right now. It was perfectly fine staying at home, what was it doing here?

But this wasn't the most frustrating moment for me. Just as I was thinking of a solution, a little old head suddenly appeared in the hall. That's right, it was the little white mouse in the hall. It acted as if it were in its own home, ran down below me, and excitedly called out, "One cent and two cents, how's the investigation going?" The little white mouse below asked curiously.

The moment I saw the lab rats, I almost exploded. What the hell? Didn't I tell you to wait for me outside? Why are you rushing in now? Are you looking for trouble?

My goodness, is this lab rat an idiot? Is it out of its mind? Why did it run in here for no reason? Or did it just swagger in like that, not afraid of being trampled to death by a human?

Just as I was anxiously about to shout for them to run away, a man suddenly stood up and said, "Look, you have a white mouse."

Damn, what I feared most has come to pass! I was just worried about being caught, and now I've been discovered. Given this lab rat's intelligence, being caught will be a matter of moments.

You got caught, so be it; you died, so be it. But how am I supposed to explain this to Mengmeng? If Mengmeng doesn't give me the antidote, I'm doomed. This is practically putting me in a difficult position.

I burst into tears the moment I heard that man's voice. Calling this lab rat a "pig teammate" felt like an insult to pigs.

As soon as the man shouted, the people who had been playing with the rat immediately turned their attention to this side.

Luckily, I'm just a tiny fly, so people won't pay much attention to me even if they see me. But if a rat is walking around in the lobby of a bar, who else would you kill if not you?

So those people rushed towards the white mouse without hesitation, their eyes full of mockery, wondering what kind of punishment awaited them once they caught it.

"You all went to catch the rat, what are we going to do with it?" someone behind asked.

"First, throw it out to sunbathe. If this little white mouse is caught and the guy is still alive, then you know what happens. Two mice, have you ever seen that?" a man said with an evil smile and great pride.

Holy crap, who are these people? How can they be so evil? What do you mean by "you understand"? What do you mean by "you've never seen this before"? And what do you mean by "two rats doing this"? What are they trying to do?

But whatever I did wasn't a good thing, otherwise I wouldn't have been laughing so maliciously. When I saw those people rushing over, I immediately panicked and shouted anxiously, "Damn it, what are you doing, you idiot? Run!"

That's why I say that little white mouse is so adorably silly. It even paused for a moment when I called out to it, as if it hadn't heard what I said.

I was so anxious I almost jumped off the wall! How could I be so stupid at a time like this? I immediately shouted again, "Run! You're about to be caught by humans!"

The little white mouse knew that if it got caught, its life would be in danger, so it immediately crawled into the cabinet in the corner.

Thankfully, the mouse didn't immediately play dead to avoid danger; if it had, I suspect I would have spat out a mouthful of blood.

As the white mouse darted towards the corner cabinet, the people immediately began searching for something to scare it away.

Some were carrying brooms, some were carrying sticks, which I could accept, but what's with some of them carrying beer bottles and knives? Is this going to be a street brawl?

You'd take out a knife just because you found a mouse? What kind of bar is this anyway? It seems so unreliable to me.

Why do I feel like I've been transported back to those bars in Hong Kong in the 1980s? Why does it feel so unreliable?

These people immediately started rummaging through drawers and cabinets, searching the floor for and chasing away the white mouse, but the white mouse was not stupid and just rolled around inside and wouldn't come out.

It has a kind of "let him be as arrogant as he wants, he has the air of a master who sweeps the mountain" in it. And let me tell you, if a mouse hides inside, it will be quite difficult to find it.

But how did this little gray mouse get caught? That's such a stupid idea! It was caught as soon as it came in?

Even a stupid white mouse can escape, so how come this gray mouse, which doesn't look stupid, was caught so quickly?

But I can only think about these things in my mind. I don't have time to figure out how the little gray mouse was caught. Saving the white mouse is the priority right now.

So I quickly flew under the cabinet to see how the lab rat was doing. I wondered if it had been beaten to death inside.

After I flew inside, I discovered that the white mouse was hiding weakly in one of the legs of the cabinet, which was the only place it could escape human search.

"Xiaobai, are you alright?" I flew over and called out anxiously.

"One cent and two cents, what do we do now?" The little mouse cried out immediately when it saw me, as if it had found a lifeline.

"What do you mean, what should I do? Didn't I tell you to wait for me outside? How did you get in here?" I was so angry I felt like I could kill someone, and I glared angrily at the white mouse.

"I..." the little mouse said very softly when it saw that I was angry.

"What do you mean, 'what do you mean, 'what do you mean'? Tell me, why did you come in?" I yelled through gritted teeth. Damn it, how am I supposed to lead a team with such a terrible teammate?